Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.